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Who I Truly Desire
"Wake up!"
I opened my eyes, looking into the outside world blurry with drowsiness. Where was I again?
I heard the sounds of someone cooking in the distance and I thought I was home again…but wasn't I on a pokemon journey? Maybe that was my mom.
My vision cleared and I saw Agatha at the stove before a pot, mixing something in the cooking tool while testing a spoon-full of what I assumed was a heavenly taste. She smiled and continued mixing the foodstuff. I then remembered that I was staying at this woman's house.
Then it hit me-where was Black? He was sleeping beside me last night so I turned to my side. I expected for him to be right there but I was greeted with a mussed blanket and a pillow. No Black to be found anywhere.
"Agatha, have you seen Black anywhere?" I asked the woman.
She turned to look at me. "Oh, you're awake! I saw him leave outside with Joey. And…" She let out a small laugh. "Never mind. I should just leave you to find out what those two are doing in the yard."
My right eyebrow rose. Then I began to wonder what Agatha meant.
I tossed away the covers and put on my now dry jacket. My arms slipped inside the sleeves, reminding me of the soggy jackets I wore yesterday. Then I wondered: was Black still sick?
Well I guess I had to find out.
I strapped on my boots and stepped outside to the amazing sight of a rigorous battle…
Well you could say it was rigorous, but definitely outmatched.
My friend was facing that little youngster, Joey, in a small makeshift pokemon battle field that was probably made by the kid.
Black had his weakest pokemon out, his Stoutland which was still only level thirty. On the other side was Joey with a small rattata that was level ten. I wondered how he got such a foreign pokemon since there were no wild rattatas to be found anywhere in Unova. He probably got it from the Kanto Region, I thought.
"Rattata use tackle!" Joey shouted enthusiastically with a childish grin. He probably thought he had victory in sight.
The rat sheathed its claws and slammed into the Stoutland.
Black smiled a little and said calmly to Stoutland, "Use Surf."
"Ha! Your pokemon can't use surf, it's a normal type!" The tyke snickered.
My friend saw me by the corner of his eye. He turned to me and pointed at Joey, "Care to explain, White?"
I nodded and took a step closer to the child. "Joey, Stoutland can use surf. It's in his moveset and pokemon can't only use moves that are their type. Look at my Serperior for example." I let Serperior out of its pokeball.
"Use air slash."
Serperior looked to me, asking for a target.
"That tree over there."
The grass snake gracefully raised its tail and in the blink of an eye, lashed out in the direction of the tree I pointed at. A sharp column of air followed the trajectory of Serperior's swift whipping maneuver and slammed into the tree at impact.
Joey stood wide eyed at the tree and at Serperior. "Woah, I didn't know that! My Rattata only knows tackle, leer, and scratch."
"Now then, Joey," Black said. "Back to the battle?"
The child nodded.
"Stoutland, use surf."
The normal type pokemon rose on its front paws, bringing forth a wave out of thin air. The wave of fresh water crashed into the poor rat pokemon, causing it to faint. Joey sprinted quickly to get out of the path of the wave, but his back was drenched in the process. His hat fell off and he tripped to the ground.
When Joey recovered, he was saddened to see that his ratatta had fainted. He cradled the small rodent in his arms and whimpered.
"It's all right. Look, I'll heal him with this potion and revive," Black said kindly and sprayed a super potion on the fainted pokemon's wounds as well as placing a yellow gem before the pokemon. The gem glowed, then disappeared.
The pokemon began to stir in his arms and let out a small squeak. Black suggested Joey make it return to its pokeball since he wouldn't be fit to fight for a while.
"Thanks. I guess you two are really nice after all…" Joey wiped his eyes with his arm and let out a final sniffle. "But what do I have to do to make my rattata stronger? He fainted in one hit!"
I held a hand to my chin. "Well, you have to give him a lot of love and care. Not only that, but you also might want to give him very good training. But don't do anything rash like making that little guy face a level 100 Hydregion or anything insane like that okay, Joey?"
"Yeah…" Joey looked at the simple pokeball in his hands with a small rye smile.
Suddenly a voice interrupted our conversation. "Time for breakfast all of you. Come inside you three."
The three of us jumped up in surprise and came running through the door for our morning meal. "We're coming Agatha!" I shouted.
I wiped my mouth with a napkin to clean my mouth. That breakfast tasted GOOD.
The rest of the group was finishing their meal. Only Joey was still attacking his rice bowl, trying to consume it all so he could quickly go outside again to train with Black. I swear, my friend must have become some holy role model of his or something.
After the wonderful meal, I decided to study the map for the trail to go through twist mountain. But I had a hard time concentrating…I wondered why.
After the wonderful meal, I decided to study the map for the trail to go through twist mountain. But I had a hard time concentrating…I wondered why.
An hour passed by and it was almost noon when I was finishing up my cartography work. I felt my eyes dropping a little bit as a small sense of drowsiness spread through my body. Now would be a good time for a nap...
aaahhhh...CHSPLTJWNDIFGHHHHH!
The sound sent me jumping off of the couch in surprise and fright as I cried out. What in the world was that?!
When I stood up, I shook my head to clear my head of any drowsiness that was left and rushed to retrieve my boots. The sound came from outside, and outside...was where Black and Joey were training. What could have possibly happened? My heart raced at the thought of danger that could be outside maybe even threatening them.
I flung open the door but was instantly blinded by the bright sunlight of the afternoon. When my eyes adjusted to the light my eyes fluttered open and closed, I looked around. To my dismay the dirt battle arena was empty; Black and Joey were nowhere to be found.
I headed into the forest that was past the clearing surrounding Agatha's house searching for the two.
"Black! Joey!" I cupped my hands around my mouth to help my voice reach them. There was no reply, only the sounds of pidoves and karrablasts answered my call.
I was just about to send out Serperior to track them down, but I heard noises coming from a clearing in the distance. In desperation I headed toward the area quickly, and that was where I found the two. Joey and Black.
Black was leaning against a tree to the right, and Joey was kneeling beside the trainer, talking to him. The little boy looked worried. I called out to them, but only Joey turned to look at me. My feet took a few steps forward towards the duo and I was surprised. Black seemed too exhausted to notice me; his cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were shut...blocking out every image including me.
"White! You're here!" Joey sprang up and hesitated for a moment.
I knelt down beside Black to have a closer look on him. "Joey, what happened to him?" I asked.
But I didn't wait for an answer as I shook my head. My hands gently took of Black's cap off of his head and I laid a hand on his forehead. It was burning. I shook my head again in disappointment at the situation: his cold had relapsed. My friend was sick again.
My attention once again turned to the boy beside me in suspicion. When I made eye contact, the boy shied away in guilt. "What's wrong with Black?" He asked.
"Joey, could you tell me what happened?" I said.
"We were just training, and he was teaching me how to catch a Pokemon. But he coughed a bit and sat down at this tree," the boy pointed at the tree to explain. "And then he sneezed. Reeeeallly loud!"
So that was what that loud noise was. I nodded. "Yeah, I heard that too.
"And after that," he said. "He kind of drifted away...and has been like that ever since."
I looked at Black again who was still unconscious. My hand felt his body temperature again, and I frowned. There was no way we could get back to Agatha's house with him like this.
I sighed and stood up, with chin in hand, wondering what's to do. My mind tried to stay away from the thought that I might have to carry the guy. But then I remembered my pokemon! So I reached for my trainer's bag to grab fraxure's pokeball. Then to my surprise my hand didn't feel anything... I didn't bring my bag in my rush to head outside...
I mentally facepalmed myself and shook my head in annoyance. I'm guessing that Joey must have looked at me funny at least once.
"So what are you going to do White?" Joey asked me.
"You know what?" I pressed my hands against my hips and sighed. "I guess I'm going to have to carry him."
"... Why?"
"Because. His braviary doesn't know fly, and his Stoutland isn't strong or big enough to carry him, Joey, " I answered.
"I-I can help you carry him!" he cried out, trying to help me.
I sighed and looked at him in the eye. "Joey, you're a nine years old boy. Do you really think you can carry a 126-pound teenager who's almost double your size?"
That got him to back down. I kind of felt bad, refusing his help. But I knew that he couldn't do the job.
I kneeled down beside Black to get him on to my back. Lifting my friend up from the ground with great difficulty, I hoisted him onto my back. My mouth let out a small grunt at the sudden weight and I adjusted his position as I crouched over and laid his arms over my shoulders so he wouldn't fall so bad if I collapsed underneath his weight all if a sudden.
I nodded over to Joey to follow me and headed in the direction back to Agatha's house slowly, one step at a time. I heard Black softly cough and moan into my ear. His body shivered. But I didn't understand it since so much heat was coming from his body that it was enough to warm me as the cool winds of fall were blowing upon the three of us. Well... You could say it was just two people with one living heater.
He was beginning to slide a little from my back so I jumped up a bit, pushing his legs back up so that he wouldn't fall. When the walk was beginning to slowly into a steady rhythm, I heard Black mumble something in my ear. I turned to look at him, but was surprised by how close his face was so it was no problem looking at him. His eyelids fluttered slightly and my body tensed, anticipating him returning to full consciousness. Black's eyes opened, revealing his cocoa brown irises that I was familiar with.
They were open only by a slit and I smiled. He looked so drowsy.
"... White...? " He croaked.
"What is it?"
"Why are you carrying me?"
I nudged him playfully with my elbow and smiled again. He looked at me as if I was the strangest thing alive. But I rolled my eyes at him after the small ruse.
"Its because you're sick you dummy," I laughed.
He nodded slightly and held a small sneeze. The brunette murmured something I couldn't understand, but he seemed to notice that and lay his head against my neck.
"You're warm," He mumbled as his arms tightened around my shoulders.
My breath hitched for a moment. "Well you're as hot as a Darmanitan that ate sriracha sauce," I said haughtily, my cheeks already feeling as warm as said Darmanitan.
I saw his eyelids flutter closed in the corner of my eye and snuggle into the neck of my jacket. "It doesn't matter," he purred. I felt his body go limp and felt his breathing slow to a sleeping pace.
I took the time to divert my attention from my embarrassment to Joey, who was walking alongside his ratatta and talking to it. It seemed like a very engaging conversation despite the fact that only one of them was speaking common English.
"So, what are you talking to Ratatta about?" I asked with a small smile.
"Oh, I was just telling him how we are gonna go to the pokemon league!" The little boy looked up at me with a grin.
"Just you and him?"
He nodded vigorously.
I sighed and remembered that I was dealing with just a small child here. So I told him about the pokemon league and the gyms I've been through so far. He was amazed by my mention of Elisa's gym being in an amusement park. I also told him how he would need a lot more than one little ratatta for his journey.
"Do you even know what Ratatta evolves into?" I asked him.
"H-he's gonna evolve? That's so cool!" he exclaimed with joy.
"When you train him hard enough, he'll be strong and evolve into a Raticate. He won't be purple anymore," I laughed a bit and looked at Ratatta. The rodent sniffed and twitched its whiskers under my gaze, calling out its name.
"Woah! Aren't you excited Ratatta?" Joey asked the pokemon. The rat answered with a squeal and something that could qualify as a smile.
"Then I guess it's set for you guys then!" I smiled and sacrificed the strength of one arm to pat Joey on the head. I took great care to quickly put it back where it was supposed to be, behind my back holding Black's leg.
I looked up to the skies, noticing that the sunny skies above me had suddenly begun to darken, and I cautiously sped up my pace just so a sudden downpour wouldn't soak us. But the gray clouds still loomed eerily above us, as if intimidating our little journey. Winds began to blow against us, which I knew to be a foretelling of a storm. I shuddered, trying to race against time to get back to Agatha's house before the rains came. And I could only hope that I could make it in time.
I turned to look at Black, who was shivering even more that before. His grip on my shoulders had tightened significantly and I could see him tremble under his jacket and his cheeks redden with fever.
"Joey, I'm going to run back. Keep up okay?" I almost shouted to the boy to try to be heard over the sound of the wind.
He nodded, which was the que for me to start running. Black always told me that I was strong, almost stronger than he was. I remembered what he said to me that time... It was such a long time ago. But I hoped so much that that strength would keep me going with his weight upon my back. Literally. It began to drizzle few droplets of moisture as I did my best to hurry against them wind. Joey was keeping up to my pace and was only a few feet behind. His rattata was following just as fast.
A breath of air touched my ear, surprising me for a moment and I turned around to look at Black again. His eyes were wide open, but his cheeks were still flushed.
"... The house. ... You're almost there. ... "